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i miss via ricasoli. i miss pasta and bread and oil. i miss dirty feet and ryanair. i miss drinking till 3 and walking around with a bottle of wine in the streets of florence and speaking italian to policia. i miss operas, and concerts, protests, and soccer games, trains and buses, day trips and wine. i miss wine. i miss being late and carefree days. i miss sculpting on the steps of the duomo. i miss the art and i miss the people. i miss un cappuchino that my italian profesor will still tell me i will never be able to spell and una pasta ciocolata. i miss maybeths walk and thanksgiving in italy. i miss the david and i miss tourists. i miss gelato and i miss my roomates. i miss italy and englad and france and austria and i miss my semester.